Pain!

Pain beyond description, as if a fist had slammed into his brain.

It was a true spirit-level wound, almost tangible!

Fuxi's mouth twitched, and then he hugged his head and rolled on the ground. The dragon beast finally seemed to realize what was happening, or perhaps even its true spirit had been beaten into dullness by this tragic dish. It screamed and rolled around on the ground, colliding with things, and then they both collapsed, lying flat on their backs.

The dragon beast couldn't bear such terrifying "food" at all.

It immediately went cross-eyed, foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Its claws and dragon tail still twitched from time to time.

It was as if, even in a coma, it was suffering inhumane treatment. The taste remaining in its mouth seemed to have transformed into a certain boor beating him deep within his soul, not even allowing him peace in his unconsciousness.

Fuxi was much better, but the taste still made his mouth twitch.

It was as if Wei Yuan was dancing in his mouth.

Tragic!

Extraordinarily tragic!

Fuxi gritted his teeth.

He had quickly realized what had happened.

His cooking skills had been taken away.

No, it wasn't just taken away! As Fuxi, who had painstakingly honed his cooking skills to feed the young Wa Huang, even without Wei Yuan's culinary buff, he shouldn't be able to make something like this, something that could be used as a killing move. Was this cooking? No, even Fuxi, with his judgment and spiritual perception, couldn't find a single trace of vegetables in this poison.

Fuxi's forehead bulged with veins.

"Good, you little brat."

"So you're playing dirty with me."

But Fuxi now felt only relief that he had eaten this food, which felt like being flicked on the forehead by Buzhou Mountain! Yes, relief, because if he hadn't eaten it, wouldn't this thing, which was practically a weapon of mass destruction, have been eaten by A-Wa?!

Therefore, having eaten this thing, Fuxi was extremely relieved.

But this feeling of relief didn't conflict at all with his 'killing intent' towards that brat Wei Yuan!

You little bastard.

Wait until I get back... No, when did this brat's foundation become so strong that he could conceal the secrets of heaven from my detection, take away his original culinary foundation from me, and replace it with this disaster?

Fuxi finally realized something was wrong.

When did this guy get enlightened?

Has his mastery of the power of cause and effect reached this level?

Fuxi faintly sensed a bad feeling.

Wouldn't this mean that he would have even less chance of beating this cheap nephew in the future?!

Just as Fuxi was beginning to feel sincerely worried about his future family status, he suddenly heard a burst of Buddhist chanting. His heart stirred, and he looked up to see the great monk Yuanjue in the distance, already wielding his Zen staff, smashing it down towards Dizang. The monks wanted to stop him, to convert him.

But Dizang, during the previous battle in the South Sea, had…

The Turbid World Fuxi had tried to awaken the memories within his body in an attempt to make Dizang a fighting force for the Turbid World.

However, along the way, he had received guidance from Yuanjue and Shakyamuni. A trace of Buddhist heart and nature had remained in his heart. He had not listened to the instincts of his body, but because the time was too short, although he had a Buddhist heart, he couldn't resist the instinctive memories left by the Turbid World. In the end, he fell into a state of self-conflict, like a Buddha and a demon, crazy and selfless.

Yuanjue's Zen staff smashed down.

Buddhist sounds rang out.

Dizang crossed his arms and relied on the physical body of a Dao Fruit Realm to resist the Buddhist aura.

Yuanjue's expression was serene. He pressed his hands on the Zen staff and exerted force with his arms.

It was like the legendary strength of Shakyamuni throwing an elephant.

He forcibly pressed Dizang back.

The pure aura of Buddhism floated out, infecting the surroundings. Dizang, as if touching a raging flame, let out bursts of roars. Countless Turbid World auras were washed away by the power of Buddhism, but they intertwined around Dizang, coupled with his狰狞 face, which was constantly howling due to the intense pain, was simply like a demon.

"Hiss... Is he trying to kill him? But why doesn't he just do it directly?"

The dragon beast didn't know when it had recovered.

Perhaps it was because it had been with Fuxi for too long and had been washed by the secrets of heaven.

Even an ordinary dragon species had undergone a tremendous transformation like a rebirth.

In addition, strictly speaking, although that thing looked like poison, tasted like poison, and even the feeling of its effects was like poison, the essence of that thing was indeed a dish, using extremely delicious and nutritious things. Therefore, the dragon beast didn't directly close its eyes and go to see Jiu You Zhujiuyin.

It just looked at the two monks fighting over there, and the dragon beast was really puzzled.

Fuxi said, "Because this isn't killing, it's conversion."

The dragon beast was puzzled: "Conversion?"

Fuxi nodded and said, "Those who carry out slaughter in the name of [conversion] are just finding a good name for their slaughter. But this monk in front of me can barely be considered someone with principles. He is using his own Buddhist foundation to transform into Buddhist light, washing away the foundation of this guy in front of him."

"If he can endure the process of removing the demonic nature of the Turbid World and retain the Buddhist heart and the aspect of goodness..."

"That is conversion."

The dragon beast said, "What if the other side doesn't want to?"

Fuxi curled his lips:

"Since he is unwilling to turn back and cannot be saved, then these Buddhist guys will naturally not let go of an evil person."

"Otherwise, why do you think the Buddhist Zen staffs are made so heavy?"

"And with edges and corners."

"It's said to be a Zen staff, look at those edges and corners, and look at those patterns."

"Doesn't it look like the Eight Treasure Weng Jin Hammer on the battlefield?"

The dragon beast was dumbfounded.

Fuxi patted it on the shoulder to tell it not to be surprised.

After Buddhism was introduced to Shenzhou Yanhuang, it would naturally be transformed.

Very normal, very normal.

The dragon beast decided not to argue with this guy about these things.

It just looked at the fight over there. The intensity of the battle had already reached the first echelon below the top ten peaks, at least touching the edge. That Dizang was not to be mentioned for the time being. After all, he had a Dao Fruit Realm physical body. Just relying on this physical body could be considered a leader in the second echelon below the top ten peaks. When he stimulated his potential, he was not to be underestimated.

But that monk was clearly already pale and almost bloodless.

But he was still supporting himself in the bitter battle.

And even to this point, his eyes remained peaceful.

The dragon beast withdrew its gaze and felt a spirit of awe emanating from the monk. This was from the qualities inherent in this human being and had nothing to do with the monk's power. The dragon beast said, "Great Master, why don't you take action and separate them?"

"Don't you know this person?"

"You can't just watch them die here, right?"

Fuxi nodded in agreement: "I do know him."

The dragon beast breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he heard the handsome man in front of him smiling and naturally asking, "But why should I save him?"

"I know him, and I want to save him, those are two different things."

The dragon beast's expression froze.

It felt an unspeakable chill spreading from the tip of its tail all the way to its spine, and even its scales exploded. It looked at the smiling handsome youth in front of him, stiffened, and said:

"Then, then what are we doing here?"

Fuxi casually picked a weed and bit it in his mouth, smiling and saying, "Of course I'm watching the fun, what else?"

The dragon beast didn't believe it.

It had been following Fuxi, or rather, had been passively following Fuxi for a while now.

It knew what kind of personality this Lord in front of him had.

If not completely clear, then at least it had tasted a little bit of it.

"No benefit, no getting up early" was a polite way of putting it.

Since he controlled the secrets of heaven and understood the future, he could naturally use this method to obtain what he wanted.

Watching the fun?

Wa Huang Niangniang was in the human world. You didn't go to the human world to find her, but you ran so far away in one breath and lay here watching two monks fight? Saying you're watching the fun? Even the dragon beast scoffed at this matter. Fuxi didn't care, biting the grass branch in his mouth, looking at the distance with a smile, his eyes dark and bright, his black hair hanging down from his temples, his temperament lazy and handsome.

"It's almost here."

Fuxi suddenly spoke.

And the next moment, Yuanjue suddenly took action, and the aura of resistance and Dizang intertwined, and then a crack suddenly appeared under his feet.

The two sides actually fell down together like this.

They disappeared in an instant!

Fuxi's eyes lit up, and he said, "Hurry up and chase after them!" He raised his hand and patted the dragon beast next to him, who was stunned by this scene, and then flew up. The dragon beast didn't want to go. The two monks who were fighting each other just now were much stronger than it. These two were directly swallowed, so what could it do? But behind it was Fuxi.

This was basically a choice between dying later or dying now.

So the dragon beast had a flash of inspiration.

It exerted force under its feet, rising with clouds and mist, carrying Fuxi and turning into a stream of light, directly stepping into the crack before it disappeared.

……………………

Yuanjue was muddleheaded.

Just now, he had just taken action, trying to use his life's foundation to convert Dizang's turbid Qi.

But he didn't know why, but suddenly his eyes blurred and he fell into a vast and turbid place.

There was no sect above, and there was no past or future.

Yuanjue subconsciously operated the Buddhist Qi machine, but the Buddhist power, the incomparably thick and pure Buddhist true essence, disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. He couldn't even use his own power, and he only felt that his limbs and bones were restrained, like the state of death in legends.

The monk's heart was calm.

He saw the unconscious Dizang in front of him. He frowned and tried to reach out and grab Dizang.

To prevent Dizang from falling into the abyss.

But even such a simple action, he couldn't complete now.

And countless Buddhist lights suddenly flowed out in front of him.

The Buddhist light was clear, vast, solemn, and magnificent, illuminating the world. It was as if heavenly flowers were falling and golden lotuses were springing from the earth. Countless shadows of gods and Buddhas came and went, and great Buddhist supernatural powers were lecturing and speaking the Dharma, their voices like thunder. A Buddha appeared in front of him, with his hands clasped together, his eyes compassionate but also carrying a trace of sternness in his compassion. He looked at Yuanjue in front of him and asked in a loud voice, "Amitabha, Yuanjue."

"As a disciple of Buddhism, why do you want to kill people?"

"Don't you know that converting an evil person is saving an evil person?"

"Don't you know that heaven has the virtue of good life, and the meaning of laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot?"

"You actually kill, you don't know compassion!"

This figure was tall and majestic, exuding a powerful and unpredictable power, making Yuanjue instinctively feel that the person in front of him was a Buddha.

On the other side, there were illusory figures emerging, exuding the aura of the Heavenly Dao. This place was the place where Fuxi had once left the extinction of all laws. The Heavenly Dao wanted to directly occupy the body of the Turbid World Dizang who was unconscious over there. With the help of this Dao Fruit Realm, he could descend into the human world again and walk in this great world that was about to be surging.

However, Yuanjue in front of him seemed to be planning to grab Dizang.

The Buddha transformed by the Heavenly Dao was the Buddha in the hearts of Buddhist disciples. When entering the soul, he must not be touched easily. Immediately, he suppressed it with the boundless power of the Heavenly Dao and asked in a loud voice, "Amitabha, Yuanjue, do you know your sin!"

The voice was layered on top of each other, as if it were the Heavenly Dao, and seemed to directly press the monk to kneel down.

He wanted to make Yuanjue kowtow and agree.

The monk's hands trembled slightly, and he clasped his hands together and replied, "This disciple is innocent."

In the true realm of the Heavenly Dao level, a Vajra next to him raised his eyebrows and asked in a loud voice, "Presumptuous!"

"How dare you say you are innocent?"

"Why do you want to harm Dizang instead of converting him?! Amitabha, you must guide his path."

As long as he followed the monk in front of him, he could step into the center of this era.

If he used some tricks and found a weak Dao Fruit Realm like Houtu who was not good at fighting, he could directly step into a stronger realm.

Yuanjue's expression remained unmoved, and he said, "Harm?"

"This poor monk is not harming people."

"Killing people is not harming people!! Yuanjue, you do not know compassion, you are ashamed to be a Buddhist disciple!"

"You do not know compassion!"

"You should be thrown into Avici Hell to feel the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell."

For the monk who had been deceived in his five senses and had lost the ability to distinguish the Buddha in front of him, what he saw in front of him was a god and Buddha.

However, he did not blindly follow him and slowly stepped forward and said:

"You talk about compassion."

"However, have you ever seen an evil person who has committed a crime of killing being imprisoned and persuaded to convert, but still kills without changing? That is not compassion! Have you ever seen a young person who kills and murders his relatives but is only disciplined? That is not compassion. Have you ever seen an evil person who continuously kills and even eats people? Converting them is even less compassionate!"

"There are always people who say that they will not give up on any evil person and that evil people also have the opportunity to reform, but if evil people are not killed, wouldn't the good people killed by evil people die in vain? Wouldn't they indirectly die at the hands of the so-called compassion of those who do not kill evil people? And if you have to specially stare at the evil person's walking, sitting, and lying down to prevent him from doing evil, the mental energy consumed in this matter is not something that can save thousands of good people?"

"Putting those who do evil and kill above those who are kind and amiable, your Buddhas, how absurd is your compassion!"

The monk's sleeves billowed.

He had clearly been stripped of his cultivation level by the Heavenly Dao.

However, a purer vitality seemed to emerge from his heart. He slowly raised his head and looked at the tall, universe-like Buddha in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he slowly said, "Giving the excess compassion to evil people who kill the good, leaving behind the blind words of laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot, is this Buddhism? Not giving up on saving anyone, even evil people?"

"You see the person in front of you, you see the satisfaction that saving an evil person brings to your heart, but you cannot see the crying of the relatives and friends of the people killed by these evil people, you cannot see the killing after the evil people are released. Ha, Buddhas, what a good practice!"

The Great Buddha was silent for a long time, and then as the Heavenly Dao, said, "It is sinful for evil people to kill, so what qualifications do you have to kill the lives of evil people? Isn't that also a sin? Moreover, you are a Buddhist disciple, respecting the Buddha and being respectful, respecting the impermanence of heaven."

"Is that so?"

Yuanjue said, "Yes."

The Heavenly Dao Great Buddha said, "There are obstacles in cultivation, such as demonic tests, seeing great changes in the world, and you cannot be moved. So if I tell you that this catastrophe and killing are all destined, determined by the Heavenly Dao and said by the Buddhas, what will you do?"

The monk was silent. At that moment, the habits of Buddhist disciples, the pursuit of the Dharma, and the cultivation of conforming to the state of mind seemed to have a violent conflict. He suddenly clenched his fist. The Zen staff that had been stripped away actually flowed out in bursts of golden Buddhist light, and then seemed to transform into a sword. He suddenly raised his eyes, looked at the Great Buddha in front of him, and suddenly took a step forward, the Heart Sword in his palm slashing out, his voice like a Hong Zhong:

"If sentient beings can be saved, then go and convert them, go and guide them; if they are irredeemably evil, then only guilt can be used to punish guilt. This poor monk is destined to fall into Avici, but if it is to destroy the human world, it is the destiny of Buddhism, if evil people kill people, it is destined in the previous life, then this Buddha is like a demon, a demon is like a Buddha, a Buddha is not a Buddha, and heaven is not heaven, a chaotic world without rules. Buddhas above, this poor monk Yuanjue, can only - behead!!!"

The last sentence was spoken, taking half a step forward, the magnificent Buddhist light with an incomparably domineering aura slashed down.

The scene transformed by the surrounding Heavenly Dao actually burst apart.

And the aura of the Heavenly Dao was also forced out of Dizang's body by the Buddhist Qi machine.

His heart was shocked beyond words.

How is this possible?!

How is this possible?! How could a mere mortal, a Buddhist cultivator, want to punish the Buddha and defy heaven?

Just as he was planning to directly take action, a hand directly stretched out and picked him up. The Heavenly Dao's thoughts solidified, and then he heard a gentle laugh and saw the handsome young man in front of him. The Heavenly Dao's aura vibrated violently. Fuxi said with a smile, "Yo, long time no see. As expected, you were hiding your strength from me before. If it weren't for this little monk attracting my attention, I wouldn't be able to take you down so easily."

The Heavenly Dao's voice was majestic: "Fuxi... what are you going to do?!"

"What are you going to do? Don't be so distant."

"We've known each other for so long."

Fuxi smiled and said, "I just want to ask you to do me a favor."

"What favor?"

The handsome youth's pupils turned into dangerous and beautiful vertical pupils, and his smile became even more gentle and handsome. "My nephew is missing a sword."

"Well, how should I say this sentence."

Fuxi lowered his eyes slightly, his smile disappeared, and said lightly:

"I am Fuxi."

"I have come to ask the Heavenly Dao to consecrate the sword."

ps: Today's second update... 5,000 words

Each chapter has a few more words, and the time to code is not enough. I'm lying down.